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"I don't like the look of things," whispered Peter to Willy; "what if we don't reach the bay?" "We may perhaps lose the boat," answered Willy, "but I trust that we may be able to scramble on shore somewhere or other." At length they got near enough to distinguish Bollard and his companions, who had come down to the beach to assist them.
The unhappy Tartarin after a desperate struggle, rolled on the ground among copper coins and road sweepings. At this moment a man pushed through the crowd. He dismissed the negroes with a word and the women and children with a gesture. He helped Tartarin to his feet, brushed him down and seated him, out of breath, on a bollard. "Good heavens... prince... Is it really you?"
It included getting ashore off the north point of land and nearly losing the craft; and also in Ramsey Harbour a fracas with the harbour authorities. We had run that night on top of the full spring tide. Not knowing the harbour, we had tied up to the first bollard, and gone incontinently to sleep.
"One of our people has lost his wits, and if you have the doctor aboard, we wish he could see what he can do for him." "Who is he?" asked Willy. "Mr Holt, sir." The doctor had started up on hearing Willy speaking. Roger Bollard repeated what he had before said. "Clap a strait-waistcoat on him, and keep his head cool," cried the doctor, sitting up.
They worked away very hard, Harry and the midshipmen labouring as well as the rest. As soon as several trees were felled, Harry, leaving Bollard and two of the men to cut more, with the rest of the party carried them up the hill. They had then to dig the foundation of the hut. While this was doing, Willy and Peter collected a supply of grass from the hillside.
To retard the progress of the whale, and to weary it as much as possible, the line had been passed round the "bollard," a piece of timber near the stern of the boat. We knew that the first boat wanted more line by seeing an oar elevated, and then a second, when the second boat pulled rapidly up to her. The language of signs for such work is very necessary, and every whaler comprehends them.
While I looked, a man sidled along the wharf from a warehouse towards me. He looked at the schooner in a way which convinced me that he was not a sailor. Then, sheltering behind a bollard, he lighted his pipe. He was a short, active, wiry man, with a sharp, thin face, disfigured by a green patch over his right eye. He looked to me to have a horsey look, as though were a groom or coachman.
They pulled towards it, the seas, as they rolled in, threatening to capsize her. It was reached, and by keeping the boat's head towards the outer rocks they were able to lie in comparative safety, and watch the progress of the ship. "If the wind holds she will get in, and may be come to anchor under the south island," observed Bollard.
The ship had now got within two miles of where the boat lay; and, sheltered somewhat by the land, she stood up more bravely than before to her canvas. The captain evidently did not like the look of the shore on his port side, as no preparations were made for coming to an anchor. "She will do it now," cried Bollard, "if the wind holds for another quarter of an hour. See, she is keeping away.
Well, well!" There was nothing in this upon which Mr Pamphlett could retort. So, after wagging his forefinger again at the group of men, he turned and left them. On his way back he came face to face with Nicky-Nan, still solitary and seated on his bollard; and pulled up before him. "Oh, by the way, Nanjivell!
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